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*Achmed of Alphard and the Aliens* * * * * After picking his way through the Wedding Rings, Achmed of Alphard set his ship down on Henry VIII. It was a cold, dark, forbidding world, with a temperature of minus 93 degrees Celsius, a gravity about half of Galactic Standard, and an atmosphere of pure ammonia. He'd picked up a neutrino reading where there shouldn't have been any, and had homed in on it. Sure enough, the aliens had set up a repair and refueling station there among the huge outcroppings of rock and ice. Achmed checked his weaponry, made sure his burner and his screecher were fully powered, and stuck a trio of energy grenades in his belt. He set his ship down twelve miles away from the station. His oxygen cannisters could keep him supplied with air for almost ten hours; given the light gravity, it shouldn't take him more than a couple of hours to reach the station. He'd eliminate any guards with his laser rifle --no sense using the screecher and letting them know the enemy was nearby --and then he'd take out the station |
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